the beleaguered husbands' league 



today a gentleman came in with three aunt sadie's candles. he told me his wife said she thought she had bought them in brookside, and realized she'd gotten the wrong ones. she wanted him to return or exchange them.

we've not carried aunt sadie's since christmas. i suggested he try the store next door.

i don't know what became of him.


an hour later, a gentleman came in with a lotion pump. his wife had purchased it somewhere--she thought in brookside. maybe. it was defective, and she wanted him to return it.

it was a horrid pice of crap. not only do we not carry lotion pumps, we'd not have carried it if it were the last one on earth. i suggested the store next door. he decamped, and soon reappeared, crossing us to the store on the opposite side. they too ejected him, and he wen on his way.


i kept expecting a third person with a similar problem, but they never appeared.




in other news, we continue slowly grinding towards the first of october, but with such painful slowness that it alarms me. the place that must not be named has not yet determined me to be neither a convicted felon nor a pothead.

sigh. 

Posted: Thu - September 23, 2004 at 07:13 PM             |

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